EDITORIAL: Don’t Eat The Rich

This becomes irresponsibility, this relentless notion of “progressives” that life can be perfectly equitable and fair if only the central (Federal) government was to recognize that whatsoever your every need, you’re entitled to having it met. Everyone’s entitled to everything, and we can allow every person on the planet to move into America (documented or otherwise), we can provide healthcare to each of them, et al, if only the meanies in the GOP (and other mean-spirited non-progressives) would kindly get out of the way…after forking over however much the patron saints (AKA “progressives”) of ‘MeriKa deem fair.

Just so everyone knows, the Founding Fathers were apparently wrong. When they each indicated their support for the Declaration of Independence, they said “…the pursuit of happiness.” What they really should’ve said was “…the guarantee of happiness.”

Envision an America where everyone in the world may come here for free, be educated for free, receive healthcare for free, receive protection for free and where only the people with the audacity to be financially successful would pay taxes. Everyone we don’t like, in other words, those with the nerve to flourish in their personal pursuit of happiness and make big money? They are to be punished for that shameful deed with a massive take hike to pay for everyone else’s apparent lack of financial gains.

“In a country as wealthy as America, there’s no excuse for anyone to live in poverty, and there’s especially no justification for anyone working full-time to make less than a ‘living’ [read as “above the poverty line].” While, yes, both of the previous sentences are me paraphrasing Senator Bernie Sanders (I-VT), each is the expression of an undoubtedly genuine statesman in his quest for fairness in social economics.

If you so desire, there are segments of the Independent Senator from Vermont you may hear as far back as 1991 (at least, but I didn’t persist past that) very much like his platform and supporting statements on the campaign trail last year. Granted, being a largely laissez-faire economic thinker myself (leaving room for a limited social safety net and a very limited Environmental Protection Agency), in saying I take Senator Sanders for being sincere, I believe him ultimately to be sincerely mistaken.

Notwithstanding, as I pivot into why (with all due respect a man in his position of his apparent character) I feel his type of thinking is inherently wrong and fiscally unsustainable, here in this article and in articles and podcasts future, I cannot do so without pointing out that, again, one can seek and find his speeches over twenty years old of him spouting the same neo-socialist dogma he was heard spewing last year on the stump in the “fight” for a nomination that never was in play. My point? Find another politician, on any level (Federal, State or local), that maintains a nearly-unaltered platform for twenty consecutive months, let alone twenty-plus years.

Like a botched fiscal article from CBS I’ll hit in a bit, there’s more than one fatuous error to be sifted for here, but the two most glaring (meriting extensive coverage in greater detail as we expand our economic postings) are: 1) the assumption that tax receipts will not vary as wildly as they have as recently as “The Great Recession”, as though their won’t be an increase in offshore tax burrowing once they start trying to execute enough of the rich to feel better about owning four homes themselves; this, among other unrealistic “the ball will always bounce our way!” bets that his “it pays for itself” social spending programs rely heavily upon and 2) the idea that is critical to his house of cards remaining intact is the non sequitur (Latin: “it does not follow) tenet that by punishing those who have wealth, by punishing those who’ve been financially successful (even if it means by taxing what they’ve already been taxed on after their death by way of their heirs), by making those top money-grubbing meanies pay their “fair share” so A plus B may equal C (but only in Bernie’s variant of La La Land), by punishing the successful, indeed, we’ll someone make everyone else successful.

This is nonsense. It does not follow that if one hamstrung the winners one can automatically create more winners.

Put another way, imagine blurting out in a company meeting that all sales reps who surpassed quota and earned bonuses were about to be stripped of at least 40-50% of the fruits of their labor. Why? So that other reps who didn’t meet quota, or just met quota but, for any number of reasons ultimately were not proficient (if they even tried or showed up for work at all) can benefit from free bonuses paid for by (time is money and they didn’t put the effort in) those who clearly “got it” and did well.

Before moving swiftly along (to return in near-future writings and podcasts, I assure you; I’m an econ guy, recall), I want to make clear that the latter portion of my critique of Senator Sanders’ idyllic (and fantastical) “plans” is intended to serve as a pre-op, of sorts, to a long-term, surgical dissection of statist (BIG OLE GOVERNMENT) fiscal notions and logical bankruptcy. It is not intended nor will it ever be wielded (unless someone twists and uses my words for ill) to imply that children, the elderly, the disabled, expectant mothers and any number of extenuating scenarios are being mistaken for slothfulness or bumbling idiocy. Again, this was a logical critique, particularly on the second point, and not a social critique of the less-fortunate.

With that, the rubber meets the road when we get off semantics and examine such policy proposals along lines parallel to those squiggled by the good Senator from “Ben & Jerry’s” country. I know, I know, much fuss was generated when news broke about how his “everybody gets community college for free” and “everybody gets healthcare for free” plans are paid for/pay for themselves. These stories indeed broke and caused several epic “hate-in’s” at DeViney family gatherings, and now, out of reach and safe from being shouted down (I kept my mouth shut each time these incidents occurred) by a member of my kin, I maintain that “broke” is quite the appropriate word.

The truth of the matter is that only a madman or a naïve socialist on the brink of senility would argue that either “get this sh*t for free!” bureaucratic expansion proposed by Senator Sanders is a good idea when portrayed in proper fiscal context (rather than “but but but…that’s not fair!” heartstring tugs).

Yes, yes, I can almost hear the bellowing of “For instance?!” all the way from here. Ever heard of Social Security? If not, and you’re under the age of 50, while we should never stop learning, I’m nearly inclined to say, “If so, don’t worry about it because, yeah, you’re gonna keep paying in but you will never, barring a series of miracles, ever receive even half of what you pay in.”

This might upset you or even cause one to cite articles like this that smooths over such ominous foreboding by naysayers like yours truly, who could be pointed at and sneered at as a swashbuckling stereotype (white, Christian, non-leftist Southern male) who is still trying to wrap up his education in economics and (being the stereotype cited) someone who shouldn’t be at the table anyway. Conversely, my five years of enlisted service in the U.S. Navy isn’t something I reference a lot and is hardly something I feel entitles me to this, that or the other (again, I enlisted; I wasn’t drafted). But in the oath all personnel take (very similar to the POTUS’ Oath of Office) we vow, even at the expense of our lives, to defend this nation against all enemies, “both foreign and domestic.”

“Do you see what happens, Larry?! This is what happens, Larry! This is what happens when you find a stranger in the Alps!”

“What in God’s Holy name are you blathering about?!” New sh*t came to light, and as I’ve referenced on the podcast with fellow ModState-r (and fellow veteran, a U.S. Army officer/ICU nurse I served with in Bethesda, circa. 2011-2013) ad nauseam, with the repeal of the Propaganda Act, AKA the Smith-Mundt Act of 1948, I don’t know what to think regarding the author (Steve Vernon) and his (presently) ambiguous motives here. This is either a classic case of being uneducated on the subject at hand (“ignorant”, one could say, since I’m a meanie) or is the precise sort of editorial diarrhea that calms everybody down because, $20 trillion national debt and annual deficits of the past decade that have been as high as $1 trillion aside, there’s nothing to see here and certainly nothing to worry about regarding Social Security. The good times will continue to roll and that vile, business-owning and people-hiring top 1% can just pay for it all and e’rr’body else here with you and I amongst the serfs? Yeah, loudmouthed meanies out here amidst the Proletariat, meanies like me? We need to just be quiet and allow what amounts to a brazen attempt at deception to roll on unscathed.

The author of that Mickey Mouse analysis vomited, shorthand, “Well if things go on like they have for America even in the bad times, the law says we have to receive our benefits. So, if the IRS is still alive and you are still alive then you’ll be receiving your benefits,” miring the piece in the ether of semantics. Hopelessly bogged down due to terminology (flashing some apparent education on the issue; “lemme tell you there’s a difference in Social Security and the Social Security Trust Fund, mmmkay?!”), he is technically correct here but the idea that there’s no risk in revenues changing like they did (and drastically, at times) during the Great Recession? That’s the easy “First of all” here, and second but utmost, to go on spreading said vomit around as if there’s not an ongoing trend of “borrowing” from these funds and/or manipulating their accounting fabric? Very similar to what the Bush Administration did with the Pentagon’s purse-power, the end result here is clear either way.

Whomever this ne’er-do-well’s editor or supervisor or soothsaying mentor is, that they had the temerity to post this journalistic defecation and pass it off on a public living unawares as seamless and truthful is a vile happening.

To put why I’m so angry and disgusted with this performance (or lack thereof) is, again, in light of the aforementioned repeal of the Propaganda Act(s) of 1948, I hearken back to cases like that of Enron where we sent men to The Big House (and I don’t mean a Wolverines game) for crimes not unlike raping the retirement and related benefits of their corporate employees and therefore not dissimilar whatsoever from what the United States Congress has done with the taxes rendered in good faith by the citizens of this nation. Are the two scenarios identical? No, so spare me the angry remarks informing me that, “um, like, the Federal Government and like, Enron, a corporation, aren’t the same thing, like, y’know?”

What is pertinent here is that I dug farther into trifles like $20 trillion debts while Sanders and his fellows and followers (AKA “Bernie & The Jests”) unwillingly demonstrate (to myself as much as anyone not espousing the virtues of Big Brother) just how much work there is to be done. ModState is making incredible strides and marking its hard-earned, burgeoning in-roads on Capitol Hill and down K Street with an expanding focus on fiscal policy and macroeconomics, but there’s a lot more to talk about, write about and press lawmakers about. Indeed, I’ve realized of late, more so than even those depraved enough to join us here want to admit.

I have nothing personally against CBS or the author of the referenced piece, and I don’t pretend to have a monopoly on economic insight or fiscal policy provisions, much less corporate fraud. What I do have an axe to grind with both the Federal Government and the Mainstream Media over is, deliberate or not, such nonchalant, business-as-usual coverage of such grave matters is deceitful (if intentional) but irresponsible in living up to the unwritten contract betwixt the Fourth Estate (i.e., the media) and American public.

After beating the drum so thoroughly about how catastrophic our lives became since the turn of the millennium due (in large part) to Albert Gore (the savior of polar ice) not becoming POTUS instead of Dubya, one would think the media would view things not being business-as-usual as a “Well, duh!” statement. Just a little more down that long and winding road came their bleating on as a chorus of fools about “Hope” (which does not constitute a plan) and “Change” (see: “Animal Farm” by Orwell, George), devoid of the obvious signs pointing to POTUS Obama being thicker today with the Wall Street 1% and Company than he was as POTUS (and he was indeed thick as, well, thieves with those wealthy meanies). During that time, we saw the aforementioned Smith-Mundt Act repealed convincingly with the auspices of the signature of POTUS Obama, a Constitutional lawyer. The sentiment from both ruling parties was/is (see: Senator Kennedy, John [R-LA]) it allows for greater foreign disinformation and counterintelligence planning and subsequent campaigns of deception being in the interest of our national foreign policy, however destructive.

At what cost? Things like I’ve been going on about here, much to the chagrin of Aunt Sam and the Nanny State brothel(s) housed in the Beltway. I don’t know about y’all (yep, Y’ALL), but the unadvertised two-way street here, courtesy of such a lovely gathering rife with trial lawyers, an Ivy Leaguer with Constitutional as his brand of law at the helm? No nukes or knives or sharp sticks may be involved, but this strikes a pose awfully similar for those familiar with the phrase “mutually-assured destruction.”

UltraBar DC…ah, memories deviance and gin. In, well, whichever order.

The Bordello of Federal Statecraft is long overdue for systematic reform, and if that puts some very comfortable career employees and contracting firms at risk of having to move on and replace such taxpayer-guaranteed stability with private sector endeavors, welcome to the real world, Babylon. They’re not yet, but if I’ve my way, my fellow working class (as well as middle class) citizens will become quite wise and equally outraged over this Bureau-Cartel in the DMV, consisting of both parties. You use our working class and middle class struggles as a punchline to rake in more cash for you and the snotty-nosed turds who intern and look down their nose at us at times and at your portly waistline at others.

Shock of all shocks, the country’s fed up and the end result is something we get blamed for but that you fashioned yourself: the POTUS being Donald J. Trump, now an agent of raw chaos. And while he’s whipping your precious state of mind and state of well-being heretofore, i.e., Beltway Syndrome, into a new brand of latent dementia, anxiety cocktails made for your entire office, the panic is palpable. The roar of mocking laughter of tens of millions of Americans is, yes, the result of the arrogance of a government so out of touch if it had anatomy there’d be no hands, no senses and a destroyed septum from all the cocaine-addled revelry. Too much, too hyperbolic? Too far, am I? Tell it to Freeway Rick Ross and Oliver North.

Melodramatic, overly-dramatic, meanie, et al. Pick a label and slap it on me roundabouts wherever, but if you’re comfortable with being told that there’s nothing to worry about so long as the long-bemoaned status quo persists, then get really comfortable with what you think is comforting journalism buffering you from reality.

The alt-right isn’t the only group capable of emitting what amounts to “fake news”; any group is (see: “Liberals, Modern/Neo” and/or Rather, Dan and/or Williams, Brian) capable of such deliberate or accidental occurrences. Do take bemused heart, in the end, though, with being in America, where you can make a national spectacle out of losing a fiancée you never met prior to your team being similarly humiliated (see: “Football, Notre Dame” and Te’o, M.) and you can accidentally find yourself forgetting to not repeat being shot down with forward-deployed U.S. troops in combat theater in spite of you not arriving till an hour after those brave men endured the harrowing.

The Deutschland HQ of Microsoft Corporation…Obama sagt, dass Microsoft nicht bauen. Wir sagen, dass sie es taten.

Land of the Free (see: “Free, Everything Oughta Be”), Home of the Brave (knowing what we know and we’re still brave enough to stay) and the Citadel of the Right(eous) you all revile, bitter enemies with the Left(ists) in denial and last (and probably least), Bastion of Pan-Partisan economic and sociopolitical drums beaten by ModState and other firms full of meanies like me…

…[Expletive Deleted], I went off the rails and ended up [Expletive Deleted] up even the end of this. But, at long last, a bit of nuanced truth, in defense of ModState: as a non-socialist political thinker and future economist bitterly opposed to furtherance of the bloated nanny state, I am, among other meanies guilty of spawning Type III Diabetes. This devastating scourge serves to remind us all of two truths which could’ve been (but weren’t) written by Al Gore and (had they been) would’ve been reported by Sean Hannity to very polite applause: 1) the sooner we eat the rich and everything we know that meanies like Bill Gates didn’t build (Barack Obama said so, so it must be so, so…) the sooner the redistribution of wealth to its rightful recipients in the non-working Working Class can find a way to blow it all and be poor again (I’m talking about me and my “I made less than $10,000 last year” self, too) and 2) it’s cool to know nothing.

Wellein, Nate S., associate editor, podcast host, fellow deviant. Just smiles more and betterer than me. ::sniff:: I’m so ronery, so ronery and sad…

This Editorial has been terrible, but it’s cool because my fellow senior editor and major ModState stakeholder Nate Wellein insisted I write it and go on about things fiscal. He said that I’d just sizzle my way to filling in the gaps in our coverage of economics while he absconds for the remainder of this [Expletive Deleted] week to the snooty Hellhole known as San Diego.

But what really happened here tonight? Aside from the aftermath of the 24th episode of the podcast? Aside from me being a fizzler and not a sizzler thanks to his [Expletive Deleted] notion that I can make sense with all matters of cents?

Who the [Expletive Deleted] knows.

Gonzo State: [Untitled]

“Victory is ‘The Absence of Defeat'”

“Bentley! Bentley. I suggest…I suggest that you do something different with your life right now.” This instruction was delivered by my boss (at the time) to his unruly Huskie, but it might as well have been given to my entire generation.

As always, the day had given way to night and my mind had wrestled with itself long enough. I needed sanctuary, strong drink and a blank expression with which to watch the news on screens behind the heads of the locals. With the mind of a fried pie I careened my car down a thoroughfare of an unincorporated town in West Virginia, roughly sixty miles from Washington D.C.

“Babylon,” I came to call D.C. as a Sailor stationed in Bethesda, which was appropriate enough that no one cares to question the nickname. It was by a sense of awe, despair, disgust and reverence that I came by it the hard way some years ago.

The Christmas lights around Arlington had shone brightly on my most sentimental evening, awash with history and the sort of romance that saw my Army counterpart’s cheek against mine, her words in my ear accompanied by my kiss on her neck.

Then, the other shoe dropped and zang! I’m departing the parking garage of Target near P.F. Chang’s, a sudden desperate attempt to keep a fellow servicemember alive and out of trouble, and barely having arrived in Rockville, Maryland, found myself in the company of a remarkable amount of police officers. While all was eventually sorted out (one way or another), I did discover that being handcuffed, face down on the pavement amidst a soft rain gave me an amazing opportunity to learn and reevaluate the nonsense I’d allowed a foothold in my life. “Teachable moments,” I’ve come to call such events with a wince oft confused for a smile, and rightfully so.

“It’s an acquired taste.”

Let no good deed go unpunished.

“It was all downhill from there,” I uttered to my glass and coaster on the bar, awaiting another potent haul of ethanol. “Or is it, ‘down on the bed’ from there? Not nearly as catchy.” The general uproar that passed for ambience as karaoke loomed large made my private social commentaries a non-factor.

“Hell,” I continued, mulling over the equal parts glory and horror of yesteryear, “if I was a woman they’d’ve labeled me a slut.” This was most certainly true, as I had responded to the eventual collapse of the genuine, heartmelting romance that blossomed in Arlington by carousing. I went on to live up to the archetype of heathen in the Navy, only I hadn’t needed a new port. D.C. had an endless supply of trysts for me to temporarily bind the wound of heartbreak with. I had largely imploded things with she myself, but damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead, aye?

“Aye, got it!” I said, louder than intended as my libation arrived. Few noticed, none cared. But I digress.

Every single horror of the corruption of public life crept its way into Walter Reed the two years I’d been there as the primary Army and Navy hospitals merged there in Maryland. It was a handful of miles from the epicenter of our Federal Republic, our Representative Democracy. Whatever label you prefer, the genuine, tender romance and the unnecessary legal crucible were equal parts of the same story.

So it was yesterday and is today and will be tomorrow. Wars and rumors of wars will abound along with the usual ugliness, while the bountiful opportunities, resplendence, and monuments sacred to America and Her Republic will ring hollow for any looking for that chapter. However, for those with a soul not set for self-destruct, there was the beauty and elegance and love that I discovered in Babylon. For my part, I vacillated between the cauldron of brutality and the essence of hallowed humanity.

Lucifer and a third of his fellow angels rebelled (at least in part) over the perception that God valued something fashioned from dirt over them; we hamstrung ourselves with our humanity during that time (2011-2013) in Bethesda, both our frailties and our strengths.

Did we make the case against humanity with our failures? I’m not so sure. The defeatism and Apocalypticism of the admittedly conflicted era that was the “new” Walter Reed circa 2011-2013 stands apart from now in several ways. Without the deflating drudgery of rattling them all off, at the very least one could look their friends and enemies in the eye. Betrayal and intrigue might be lurking around the next corner (per the modus operandi of Babylon and the government circuit as a whole) but those seeming eons ago politics was still the art of compromise. Then-POTUS Obama (D-IL) and then-House Speaker Boehner (R-OH) can hardly be soberly accused of engaging in the politics of blood sport we’ve now.

Now? Depending on their background, looking one’s enemies and/or friends in the eye might get you flagged on any number of social media platforms and could very well get you labeled with some sort of “-ism”, as one type of “-ist” or another. A whole decade ago Section 230 was applied within the spirit of its creation, lending the happenings online a sort of Wild West vibe when juxtaposed to the great cosmic gag-reel taking place now.

“What is Section 230?” one might ask. This, too, is a well-placed and unscripted question, but it makes little difference when Louis Farrakhan can spit his vile verbal excrement at hapless passerby on social media, but not Donald Trump. No, indeed. Hardly an avid defender of the former POTUS, I nonetheless present our Federal support and protections for our Silicon Valley overlords as Exhibit A for the how/why (either/and/or) the Federal Communications Commission has adequate pretext to cry foul. This is tantamount to “collateral censorship”, or censorship by proxy. That’s the biggest item George Orwell didn’t foresee in my favorite novel, “1984”: private enterprise conducting the censorship, and not the state itself.

Since I’ve likely lost anyone who hates The Donald for my defending his First Amendment rights, I might as well toss a grenade in this burgeoning dumpster fire. Wouldn’t Joe Manchin lead off that way?

“The wind only blows sometimes.” “He’s exactly right!”

While hardly the binary option both the Communists of the Far Left and the Fascists of the Far Right want all the Sheeple to give an “Amen!” and believe, the conflict between being a John Locke liberal in favor of largely laissez-faire capitalism (not the crony kind) with a strong, (but) limited Federal government and in wanting a respectable return on our investment in Section 230 protections granted Silicon Valley (and company), it is amusing on a perverse level.

“Afterall,” I told myself, “everyone hates a centrist, so you might as well enjoy it, Jack. The good news is, only White elitists are storming off after closing your column a few paragraphs back. They can kick rocks. There’s surely a Mother Jones article or athletic mutant defecating on the very flag that enables their miserable existence out there, somewhere, that they can flee to. Still miserable, but they showed me! No First Amendment for the people who make us think and shit.”

It was only at the end of this paragraph that I realized I wasn’t just thinking this as I tapped it into a note on my phone for later insertion into this very diatribe. I was muttering much of it out loud.

“Ignore the madness of a world that has made this swashbuckler appear normal. Ignore the celebutante-rejects aghast at those not absorbed in Chinese spyware ‘social’ apps available on any mainstream App Store.”

And why not? Afterall, the Communists now want the populace to swallow the latest swill their Thought Police have puked out, and nod slowly, basking in the wisdom of the notion that Black children being taught mathematics is racist. Conversely, the Fascists want the citizenry at-large to embrace their latest, unintelligible Reductio Ad Absurdum that beating cops to a pulp while shouting racist terms at the non-White officers is okay as long as they’re patriots. Thin Blue Line and all. “Thin Blue Line”, you ingrates? Put the straw down.

“In God We Trust.” Mhmm.

“Dear God Almighty,” I mumbled into my Long Island Iced Tea, nearly gone due to the urgent need to anesthetize myself. No reply, and not because He wants us to forget He exists, but because it’s the pizza we ordered, and it has arrived with all the trappings. Whose fault is that?

The lunacy in the former example is in those on the Far Left who by proxy think the Black intellect is so dormant, psyche so timid, that there need be no Black doctors, economists, engineers, et cetera, in the future. Mathematics is a rather integral part of the process of those career paths. Who’s holding who back with racist ideology again, exactly?

The madness in the latter example is at least as vivid and particularly poignant from people on the Far Right who think cops can do no wrong. You say The Filth went too far in Example X? “I say they didn’t go too far enough!” some neo-Successionist will bleat with the fervor of a patriot, by God. Just a patriot to another country, and not this one. But why quibble about it? Sure, seems reasonable enough to pass muster on “Squidbillies.”

Imitation being the highest form of flattery, the method to the unorthodoxy of this publication has never been less necessary. Both extremes in the sadly binary world of Castro and Mussolini neophytes demand the long-term vision, the sort of engaging in politics (again, “The Art of Compromise”) as a year-round endeavor that there is no app or “hack” for. The marathon, not the sprint, is what is at hand. I’d rather flatter the Edward Brooke III, the Alexander Hamilton, the Barbra Streisand, the Hunter S. Thompson and even the Master Shake with imitation than embrace the intellectual suicide of either Irredeemable America or Exceptional American Unilateralism.

Whichever clown car takes the stage from either extremist wing of discourse, they both will assure us that we’d feel so much better if only we’d embrace their brand of groupthink. Tsk, tsk, I know, but such is the rot of the putrescence we’ve inexplicably opted to wallow in.

“Soylent Green is people.”

What both teams of malcontents mean is we’ll feel much better carrying all of our favorite shows with us on all of our devices as they continue embezzling and funneling money to the duopoly in Babylon. The royalty on Capitol Hill will then reward our wholehearted faith with continued malignant governance and further insolvency on every level (social, fiscal, geopolitical, et al).

“Who knows?” I mumbled with a shrug. “With any luck, the dead will walk again and we’ll have an existential reason to disallow the Neanderthals in Congress from fucking the same coconut over and over while saying they’re carrying out the people’s business. All, naturally, with a straight face. And pursed lips. Can’t forget the ‘duck face.’ Gotta meet my fellow Millennials halfway.”

“You say something, Hun?”

The bartender had taken notice of my glass being devoid of strong drink, and grew concerned. Animals entering sexual congress with fruit, however, passed muster.

‘Of course it did,’ I thought, but could only reply with a low rasp as I exited my barstool.

“Yes, Ma’am. Check please.”

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Six Degrees of Knowin’ Nothin’: [Untitled]

And on the 8th day, God made bears. Lots and lots of bears.

Does this era need introduction? Or, rather, may a suitable introduction be written? I report, you deride.

1: In any rational era, the sudden appearance of lurid photographs of well-known public figures tends to happen without the consent of those captured in the images. Jennifer Lawrence, Kate Upton, Anthony Weiner, et al. Notable exceptions to this are of the celebutante variety who sport last names such as Hilton and Kardashian, but then, their deliberate release of self-incriminating material isn’t indicative of a rational era.

That there’s a Stairway to Heaven but a Highway to Hell is indicative of expected traffic volume.

The great Jerry Falwell, Jr., well his undeniable greatness as an Evangelical Christian minister and university president is so ineffable, so vast, that he was no longer able to be confined by any notion of modern decency. If that’s still a thing, that is. Either way, the photograph posted containing the erstwhile head of Liberty University (and descendent of the late and decent Jerry Falwell) is disturbing on several counts. Let’s take a look:

Now, I’m not sure if it’s the ghastly attempt at humor (yeah, “black water”, haw haw haw!), the self-caricature of the gut and the unzipped pants combined with the awful rug on his counterpart (who is not his wife, for those keeping score at home), the fact that students of said Evangelical university get expelled for drinking and/or extra-marital sexual encounters, or that this wasn’t a leak at all that makes this such a disgrace. He could’ve just said it was a faux Black Dog in his glass and been done with it.

The man (so-called) “leaked” it via his own social media aperture, and then delivered a truly abysmal mockery of an apology on-air, and I quote: “I’ve promised my kids I’m going to try to be…I’m gonna try to be a good boy from here on out.” Rock and Roll, Jerry!

Oh and Mrs. Falwell, when your marriage does end, remember: you [expletive deleted] your rebound, and that’s it. You don’t permanently abscond from reality and keep [expletive deleted] them long-term and/or marry them. Especially, I might add, if you plucked them from the extras of “The Walking Dead.”

Silly me. But seriously, though: booze and Evangelicals and social media shouldn’t mix.

2: At times, the headlines write themselves. In their own attempt to swing loose with reality, as it were, Iran has a fabricated aircraft carrier resembling one of those wielded by the United States Navy. “Why”, you ask? An entirely unscripted and well-placed question. For their own propaganda purposes that is, until the entire experiment blew up in their faces. Living out their own version of “delirium tremens”, Iran was so successful in this charade that their accidental destruction of a prop US Navy aircraft carrier poses a threat to a major thoroughfare in the oil trade. Posing an existential threat to traffic in the Strait of Hormuz, and things apparently unbeknownst to Iran such as tides can shift the wreckage, endangering oil tankers.

Give the Ayatollah our best. Speaking of “the best”, if you’re going to challenge the world’s preeminent naval power, you’d better come correct. The Battle of Evermore this is not.

3: Biden must face Trump in debate(s). Yes, it’s answering a “double dog dare” from the POTUS and no, you don’t want to give in to the whims of a bully. But if you don’t follow through then it looks like you’re hiding in a basement and afraid to face Donald J. Trump on the stage. What’s the worst that could happen? They then “triple dog dare” one another to a lindy hop dance-off to the “Misty Mountain Hop” or hand out four sticks (one to both members of each ticket) to swing with? Why would you be afraid of that if you’re in the Biden camp unless, per the Trump camp’s assertions, the former Vice President will be unable to remember whether he’s going to California, or another, “y’know, the thing” that the Founding Fathers said? The great equalizer is the human ego. They’ll debate.

This is an event waiting to go wrong. Don’t hang out with bears. [image credit to Daily Caller & Barstool Sports]
4: Meanwhile, the National Park Service has posted a warning urging American adventurers not to confront bears but, if they do, to not take advantage of their slower companions. And no, this is not made up. Nor is the response of a pack of humans, recently, to a bear arriving in their midst. They didn’t flee or otherwise attempt to discourage the bear; instead they took pictures of their merry band whilst feeding the bear. Good call, ‘Murica.

5: Bill Barr’s appearance was a disgrace for everyone except the Attorney General. For committee chairman Nadler, to open the hearing with that statement was an outrage; and Jordan, thanks for the monologue on things that happened before Barr was back on the job and for God’s sake put your damn coat on!

6: Stat of the Week: the POTUS’ campaign is knocking on 1 million doors a week; the former VPOTUS’ camp is knocking on 0. As in ZERO. Z-E-R-O. This sort of nonsense only seems like nonsenseuntil the time when the levee breaks. Underestimate the mad media genius of The Donald at your peril.

Y’know what? Let’s just cancel everything. If everything’s priority one, then nothing is priority one.
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Contrast: Black Lives Matter v. All Lives Matter (et al)

Black Lives Matter: Let’s cut through the fat together, shall we? Yes or yes? Good. With that, we have a problem in America. Several, actually. We live in a police state, for one thing, and for another, paramount now, is said police state taking a particular interest in African Americans.

Let’s also consider the unbelievable, highly-classified powers of FISA courts to spy unopposed on our own people without their knowledge indefinitely, the ability of the Federal government to suspend the Constitutional rights of American citizens suspected of terrorism via the Patriot Act and the inexplicable repeal of the Smith-Mundt Act (which forbade the Federal Government from using propaganda on American soil). Are you drinking what I’m pouring?

With no malice in my heart toward the many fine police officers across the land (a few I’ve known personally), I say again: we live in a police state.

Over the past decade alone, we have seen increasing examples of the use of excessive force on a disproportionate number of black Americans. Data clearly shows that Whites compose 76.5% of America’s citizenry while Blacks make up 13.4% of it, the former were shot to death by police 370 times versus 235 for the latter.

For those who want to bring out FBI data displaying prevalence of crime amongst inner city black neighborhoods, recall the negligible difference in drug use between whites and blacks and the parity in gun culture between the two.

America glorifies violence, and that crosses ethnic lines. Don’t believe me? Look at what I call “Dollar Voting”, in essence, what we value and spend our money on. What does our art and culture reflect? If we’re being real, it ain’t peace. Does hip hop culture lend itself to violence? Listen to the top ten hits of the genre and get back to me; but before you get back to me, let me know what Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Jerry Reed and “The Dukes of Hazzard” were all about while you’re at it.

As for the movement itself, “Black Lives Matter” is driving home a simple point: yes, every house in the neighborhood matters but only one of them is on fire.

We hardly need a hashtag for Blue (Police) Lives Matter; they roam about largely unopposed, vested with a badge and lethal weaponry, and we provide a safety net (union, pension, et cetera) and, in general, blanket support to include the high probability that bad actors aren’t held accountable in court.

All Lives Matter? Do they? Maybe I’d be more decisive in answering these questions if every new episode of “Death By Cop” didn’t always star a black man.

– Jack DeViney

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New Orleans Police Department preps for ongoing confrontation and protest throughout downtown.

All Lives Matter(?): Two things can be true at once. In fact, very few things in our world are mutually exclusive of themselves. One can, for example, be in favor of the events in the George Floyd case never happening again and find the phrase “Black Lives Matters” offensive. They are not mutually exclusive. Both can be true. This depends on your definitions of words. Words matter. Words have meaning. Facts matter. Facts have meaning.

If by any definition, one is not a racist, but they will not stand shoulder to shoulder with Black Lives Matter signs, or they won’t kneel down in front of a mob of protestors, they become….what? Insensitive? Divisive?

To be true to this point, I believe “All Lives Matter” or “Blue Lives Matter” are equally asinine. We don’t protest on things we agree upon. We don’t stand outside and shout “the sky is blue”!

Are things worse now than the mid-1960’s? Or do we see public discord in 3D now? We report, you deride.

The assertion that a black man can not step from his home without fear of imminent death from a racist ‘Mericuh is as equally preposterous as the media’s “1619” narrative that America is as systemically racist as at any time in our history. Really? Where’s the poll of young, black men asking them if they’d rather live in 1865, 1965 or 2020? I must’ve missed that astute revelation.

Instead of regurgitated statistics that the left/media refuse to acknowledge anyway, how about we come at this from a novel approach. [So] what is your suggestion? I mean, with all of the statistics stating the exact opposite of your point, what are we doing wrong? Are our hiring standards too low? Is training being swept aside to fast-track officers onto beats? Do we provide immunity to officers that is unnecessary and counter-productive? Let’s get to the “nut cutting” as they say.

If we want to turn this into another narrative where the right just refuses to admit there is a substantial issue and is instead hiding behind years of conservative practices…show me! Where are the statistics that support any of this nonsense? That show America is systemically racist and prejudiced against black Americans? Where are the politicians that you are particularly citing as responsible for these aggressions? Or is it just “orange man bad”, with his “basket of deplorables”?

“You’re killing your father, Larry!”

Once again, the left/media have overplayed their hands. We were told millions of Americans would die if we didn’t shut the world down indefinitely. Now if you have a small business and want to re-open smartly so that you don’t lose everything, you’re killing grandma! We were told that if we would just allow LGBT marriages, all examples of bigotry would be history. Now if you’re a Millennial male that won’t go out with a trans-woman (a man by all scientific facts and definitions), you’re a homophobe! And now, if you won’t march to the beat of this drum, well, you’re just a racist. Or worse, an “Uncle Tom.”

It’s tiring. It’s divisive. It’s unnecessary. This issue is one we must agree on, or we don’t have a country. You cannot have law and order if one group is being systematically hunted down and killed by those sworn to protect us.

Facts matter. Statistics matter. Two things can be true at once.

– Michael R. DeViney, Jr.

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